#tominoshell

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একটি জাপানি কবিতা যা ঘিরে ছড়িয়ে আছে রহস্য ও কিংবদন্তি। অনেকে বলে, এটি পড়া নাকি ঝুঁকিপূর্ণ — তবে কতটা সত্যি?

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@tominoshell​ asked:

“I-I’m your baby girl?” A blushing Tomino looks to Lysias for an answer.

“That’s right,” Lysias says, moving closer to Tomino and putting their hands on her shoulders. “My sweet baby girl that I protect and care for.” They tilt her chin up with two fingers. “You want that, don’t you?”

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Urban Legends in Japan  Part 1   1. Yellow ambulances are used for mental health emergencies. 2. ‘Tomino’s Hell’ is a poem which brings suffering and tragedy to anyone who reads it out loud. 3. 'Hitobashira’, or sealing live people into walls, pillars, or buildings, and is/was a popular act of human sacrifice to please gods. 4. Kashima Reiko is a ghost of a woman from Hokkaido who was attacked and brutally raped before being left for dead. She crawled onto a set of train tracks and was cut in two. She now appears in bathrooms, asking people questions about her death. 5. You can play hide and seek with a ghost ('Hitori Kakurenbo’). 6. There are two ways to check if your house is haunted. One is by imagining you are exploring your house (an unknown figure represents a ghost), and the other is to sit in the middle of a room and video the walls as you turn slowly in a circle, then video yourself and turn again. If you see a mysterious figure or something odd in the video, your house is haunted. 7. Whistling attracts snakes.

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TOMINO’S HELL A popular Japanese story recounts about this poem called “Tomino’s Hell”, a mysterious curse contained in the book “The Heart is Like a Rolling Stone” of 1919 writed by Yomota Inukino also included in Saizo Yaso's 27th collection of poems in the same year. The legend tells that you should read the poem only in your mind, otherwise “terrible things will happen to you”. This legend used to be popular on a famous Japanese website, called 2channel (2ch). Many users, who have challenged fate,  got sick or die. Others said that nothing happened. So if you’re brave you can search it on Google… good luck SURCES: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Tomino%27s_Hell https://quelchenonsapevi.it/storie-orrore-giappone/3/ #tomino #hell #tominoshell #poem #poem #likeit #enjoyit #commentit #comment #møønlights #møøn #blue #white #horror #legend #creepy #creepypasta #japanese #japaneselegend #2channel #dead

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@tominoshell

“I-I’m not hurt-“ At least not physically. Tomino had seen enough to traumatize several humans, but she didn’t think they’d ask about her mental health currently. She at least felt relieved they didn’t just immediately turn her away.

“M-My name..? I’m... I-I’m Tomino...” A fitting name in her eyes. A cruel joke to be named after a horrifying and sad poem, though her ex owner would just claim it was just a name he liked.

“I.. I am very sorry if I am any trouble, I-I didn’t know where else to go..”

Lysias kept quiet, running a few scans on her to make sure she wasn’t lying about being hurt as they listened to Tomino give her name. “Shh, that’s enough,” they said, silencing their worrying. “You came to the right place. We help deviant androids here. You are welcome to stay as long as you wish.” 

Turning away once more, Lysias returned to the large window, sitting in the windowsill and motioning for Tomino to join them. “You’ve been through a lot, seen a lot. I can see it in your eyes. You’re a survivor though. You made it here, after all.” Lysias casually nodded their head towards her, sitting in a relaxed position with their leg bent and one arm draped across their knee. “So tell me, Tomino. How did you survive?”

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Tomino shyly made her way to Lysias, dressed in a tattered skirt and blouse after escaping from her owner. They were rumored to be RA9, and she supposed it was best to see them as she had nowhere else to go in the foreign country. “U-Um... You’re... You’re Lysias, yes..?” She spoke timidly, clearly shaken up from her escape and the horrors she’d seen so far. She just needed a break, some time to think and recover, and they could maybe give her that. -tominoshell

@tominoshell

Lysias stood near the window of the abandoned building they had taken as a base of operations for themselves and their followers after returning to Detroit. Last night, Markus had won their freedom. For now. But how long would that last? Lysias didn’t believe it would for very long. Not when the human’s had proven their hatred so strong and they had only just barely managed to escape genocide on the human’s sentimental whims. Those whims could change at any moment and Lysias didn’t trust them for a second.

When they heard a voice behind them, the RA900 turned their head, but not their body, the city lights from outside silhouetting their looming figure in front of the window. “Yes. I am...” Lysias turned back to watch the snow fall outside the window for a while longer before finally giving their full attention to the newcomer. They walked closer to the much shorter android, looking them over and seeing the roughed up condition they were in. 

“Are you hurt?” Their accent was unusual, not easy to place, as it seemed to be an amalgamation of several different origins. “If you need it, we managed to get our hands on some spare biocomponents and blue blood. Tell me your name.”

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Tomino turned from the mirror, smiling politely to Lysias. She was dressed in a furisode, formal and eye catching. The outside kimono was white with red at the bottom of the kimono’s body and sleeves. Flowers in different red and cream shades with dark green leaves decorated it, and it was tied at the waist with a yellow Obi and a red Obi-jime.

To compliment her look, she wore a soft red color on her lips and some neutral colored eye makeup. Her hair was also in a bun with a golden floral clip at the side of her head.

“Ah, Lysias- Do I look alright? I was invited to speak with fellow deviants from other countries, and I wanted to look my best with my countries traditional wear for single women…”

Lysias had been staring from the doorway as Tomino looked herself over in the mirror. When she noticed them, Lysias smiled and unfolded their arms, pushing away from the doorframe. “You look beautiful,” they said, taking a few steps closer. “Absolutely stunning. I’m sure you’ll leave quite an impression on them.” 

As they got closer, Lysias saved several still images into their memory banks to keep this moment in time so they could always look back on the lovely image of Tomino like this. “Why for single women?” they asked, reaching out to run some of the fabric between their finger and thumb lightly.